She's on the high road that a woman can take She likes to pop her paint bills with every little ache She's got a Tennessee mountain point of view If you're gonna have one, might as well have two Raised up right in the hills of Kentucky But she ain't gonna smile till she lights up her lucky No filter on her mouth or her cigarettes Baby, what you're looking at is what you get We owe four hundred dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on a broke down van Living on drug stoppers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacant society Well, who in the hell gonna pay you bills? One's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills She's a rootin' tootin' pistol from the Lone Star State She mixes up a double at the break of every day She might get crazy, but she don't get lame We owe four hundred dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on a broke down van Living on drug stoppers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacant society Well, who in the hell gonna pay you bills? One's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills Well, we ain't ashamed of who we are We like fast men and cheap guitars Ain't trying to get rich, just trying to get by By playing fortesque on Saturday nights Cause we owe four hundred dollars to the boys in the band Gas lights blinking on a broke down van Living on drug stoppers and fries Crossing our fingers for a vacant society Well, who in the hell gonna pay you bills? One's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills One's drinking, one's smoking, one's taking pills